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REYIYAL  HYMNS. 


COLLECTED  BY 

A.  B.  EARLE, 


THIRTIETH  THOUSAND. 


BOSTON : 
PUBLISHED  BY  JAMES  H.  EAELE, 

No.  96  Washington  Street, 
1870. 


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The  Hymns  in  this  collection  are  those  which  are  sought  and  used 
in  times  of  religious  interest.  We  have  long  felt  the  need  of  a  small 
collection,  so  cheap  that  all  could  have  them,  and  so  familiar  that  all 
could  sing  them. 

With  the  desire  that  God  would  greatly  bless  their  use,  they  are 
humhly  dedicated  to  all  whose  prayer  is,  '*  O  Lord,  revive  thy 
work  I "  A.  B.  EARLE. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1865,  by  A.  B.  Eable,  in  the 
Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  Massachusetts. 


Geo.  C.  RA.ND  &  Avekt,  PKiifXEKS. 


REVIYAL  HYMNS. 


J  Tune,  Coming  Home,  M 

1  Sing,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord, — 

Your  great  Deliverer  sing  f 
Pilgrims,  for  Zion^s  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King  ! 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength. 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye 
"  While  laboring  up  the  hill. 

Chorus. 

They're  coming  home,  they're  coming  home. 
Behold  them  coming  home, 
And  saints  and  angels  joy  display, 
O'er  sinners  coming  home. 


2  Tune,  Dedham. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus  ; 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply. 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 


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8  Tune,  Coronation.    C.  M 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus^  name, 

Let  arjgels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  aU. 

2  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall,  * 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  0,  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng. 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 
We^ll  join  the  everlasting  song. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


4  Tune,  /  do  Believe 

1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a,  wretch  as  I  ? 

Remember  me,  remember  me  ; 
0  Lord,  remember  me  I 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans. 
And  then  remember  me. 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 

lie  groanM  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  I 
And  love  beyond  degree  1 
Remember  me,  &c. 

3  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do  1 
Remember  me,  &c. 


Tune,  Lenox 

1  Arise,  my  soul^  arise  I 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
My  narae  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me :  — 
Forgive  him,  0  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 

3  The  Father  hears  him  pray. 

His  dear  Anointed  One  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood. 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 


Tune,  Gross  and  Grown, 

1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No  :  there's  a  cross  for  every  one. 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above. 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ; 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  Fll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free. 
And  then  go  home,  my  crown  to  wear,  — 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me  ! 


Tune,  Bdkrma. 

1  0,  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God  I 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road. 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  bless<3dness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  aad  his  word  ? 

3  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return. 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whatever  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 


Tune,  Boylst^n. 

1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wondering  angels  see  ; 
Be  thou  astonished,  0  my  soul. 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep  ; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found. 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


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9  TuNr,  Olmutz 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ;  * 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part. 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 


10  Tune,  Pleading  Saviour. 

1  Now  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading. 

At  the  sinner^ s  bolted  heart ; 
Now  in  heaven  he^s  interceding, 

Undertaking  sinner's  part. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour  ? 

Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  he  died  for  your  behavior, 

Now  he  calls  you  by  his  charms. 

2  0,  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  the  bed  of  dying  strife  ; 
Endless  joy,  or  dreadful  anguish, 

Turn  upon  the  events  of  life. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 


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11  Tune,  Beautiful  Land, 

1  A  BEAUTIFUL  land  by  faith  I  see, 
A  land  of  rest,  from  sorrow  free, 

The  home  of  the  ransomed,  bright  and  fair, 
And  beautiful  angels  too,  are  there. 
Will  you  go  ?    Will  you  go  ?  &c. 

2  That  beautiful  land,  the  city  of  light, 

It  ne^er  has  known  the  shades  of  night ; 
The  glory  of  God,  the  light  of  day. 
Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. 
Will  you  go  ?    Will  you  go  ?  &c. 

3  In  vision  I  see  its  streets  of  gold, 
Its  beautiful  gates  I,  too,  behold, 
The  river  of  life,  the  crystal  sea. 
The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life's  fair  tree. 

^        Will  you  go  ?    Will  you  go  ?  &c. 

4  The  heavenly  throng,  arrayed  in  white, 
In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light ; 
And  in  one  harmonious  choir  they  praise 
Their  glorious  Saviour's  matchless  grace. 

Will  you  go  ?    Will  you  go  ?  &c. 


12  Tune,  Gamhridge, 

1  Salvation  I  Oh,  the  joyful  sound  1 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears, 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow,  and  in  sin. 

At  helFs  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  I  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around. 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


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13    '  Tune,  Depth  cf  Mercy, 

1  Depth  of  mercy  I  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

God  is  love  I  I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still ; 
Jesus  weeps,  he  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 

2  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

God  is  love,  etc. 


14  Tune,  WeHl  stem  the  Storm. 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home. 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong,  ^ 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  0  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne^er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  I 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


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15 


Tune,  Even  Ma 


1 


Lord,  I  hear  of  show'rs  of  blessing. 
Thou  art  scattermg  full  and  free  ; 

Showers  the  thirsty  land  refreshing ; 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me,  — 


Even  me. 


2  Pass  me  not,  0  God,  our  Father  ! 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be  ; 
Thou  might^st  leave  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me !  — 

Even  me. 

3  Pass  me^not,  0,  gracious  Saviour  I 

Let  me  live  and  cling  to  thee  ; 
For  I'm  longing  for  thy  favor  ; 

Whilst  thou  art  calling,  0 1  call  me,  — 

Even  me. 


16  Tune,  /  Do  Believe 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  ImmanueFs  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
I  do  believe,  I  now  believe, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me  ; 
And  through  his  blood,  his  precious  blood, 
I  shall  from  sin  be  free. 

2  Dear,  dying  Lamb  !    Thy  precious  blooa 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  G  Dd 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

3  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeerning  love  has  been  my  theme, 
A  nd  Miiiiii  be  till  1  die. 


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Tune,  Jesus  Paid  it  All 

1  Nothing,  either  great  or  small, 

Remains  for  me  to  do  ; 
Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all,  — 
Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 
J*esus  paid  it  all,  &c. 

2  Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling, 

Alone  by  simple  faith, 
Doing    is  a  deadly  thing. 
All    doing    ends  in  death. 
Jesus  paid  it  all,  &c. 

3  Cast  your  deadly    doing  down, 

Down,  all  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
Stand  in  him,  in  him  alone. 
All  glorious  and  complete. 
Jesus  paid  it  all,  &c. 


Tune,  Martin. 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb. 

Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  ; 
Spice  she  brought,  and  rich  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone. 
For  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 

Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise. 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood, 

Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice ; 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead  — 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice, 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ; 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake. 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


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19  Tune,  Disciple 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 

Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 
Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 

Perish  every  fond  ambition,  ' 

All  IVe  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ;  — 

Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ; 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  ; 
They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 

Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 

And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might. 

Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me,  — 
Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Perish  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ; 

Come  disaster,  scorrf,  and  pain  ; 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure  ; 

With  thy  favor  lo§s  is  gain  : 
Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me. 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh  Hwere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 


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Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  : 

Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine ; 
Thine  entirely, 

Through  eternal  ages  thine. 


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Tune,  Necurer  to  Thee. 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

2  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  1 

3  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

4  And  when  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky. 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I'fiy  ; 
Still,  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

Nearer  to  thee  I 


Tune,  To-Day. 

1  To-day  th^  Saviour  calls. 
Ye  wanderers,  come ; 
0,  ye  benighted  souls. 
Why  longer  roam  ? 


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2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  : 

For  refuge  fly  ;* 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

3  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  : 

Yield  to  his  power  : 
0,  grieve  him  not  away  ; 
'Tis  mercy's  hour. 


23  Tune,  Ariel,    C.  P. 

1  0,  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
0,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 
rd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
•  And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  Vd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt. 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all  perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  rd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  Iqvc  he  wears. 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home. 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  Pll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 


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24  Tune,  PleyeVs  Hymn. 

1  Haste,  0  sinner  !  —  now  te  wise  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow^s  sun  ; 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise. 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Haste,  —  and  mercy  now  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow^s  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening^  s  stage  be  run. 

3  Haste,  0  sinner  !  —  now  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Haste,  0  sinner  1  —  now  be  blest 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 


25  Tune,  Hebron.    L.  M 

1  Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be,  — 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  I 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise. 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  day^  I 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  I  —  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  I 
No  I  —  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  sh^me,  — 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  —  yes,  I  may. 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then, —  nor  is  my  boasting  vain,  — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 

And,  0,  may  this  my  glory  be,  

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 


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26  Tune,  Hamburg, 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 

But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidst  me  come  to  thee,  — 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive. 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe,  — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  1  come. 
4:  Just  as  I  am,  thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone,  — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 


27  .  Tune,  Fm  a  Pilgrim, 

1  Fm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger  ; 

I  pan  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night ; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  Pm  a  stranger  ; 
^  I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining  ; 

I  am  longing,  I  am  longing  for  the  sight ; 
Here  in  this  country  so  dark  and  dreary, 
I  have  been  wandering  forlorn  and  weary 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

3  There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey  ; 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light, 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
There  is  no  sin  there,  nor  any  dying. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger ; 

I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 


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28  Tune,  Garden  Bymn. 

1  The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes, 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

Which  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  0,  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  : 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose. 
While  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is  : 
I  t-aste  and  see  the  pardon  free 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me. 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I^m  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there  ; 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land. 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

29  Tune,  Happy  Day. 

1  Oh,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  ray  God  ; 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 
Happy  day,  Happy  day,  &c. 

2  'Tis  done,  —  the  great  transaction's  done  : 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on. 
Rejoiced  to  oVn  the  call  divine. 
Happy  day,  happy  day,  &c. 


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3  Now  rest,  —  my  long-divided  hoart,  — 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest,  — 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast ; 
Happy  day,  Happy  day,  &c. 

4  High  heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear ; 
Till  in  lifers  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 
Happy  day,  happy  day,  &c. 


30  Tune,  Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer, 

1  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  I 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 

An4  bids  me  at  my  Father^ s  throne. 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known. 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief. 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  I 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear. 

To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness. 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless  ; 
And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face. 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  I 
May  I  thy  consolation  share  ; 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 
I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight : 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 


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31  Tune,  World  of  Light 

1  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Where  saints  and  angels  sing  ; 
A  world  where  peace  and  pleasure  reign, 
And  heavenly  praises  ring. 
We'll  be  there,  we'll  be  there. 
Palms  of  Yic'try,  Crowns  of  glory  we  shall  wear, 
In  that  beautiful  world  on  high. 

2  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Where  sorrows  never  come  ; 
A  world  where  tears  shall  never  fall. 
In  sighing  for  our  home. 

3  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Of  harmony  and  love  ; 
0,  may  we  safely  enter  there. 
And  dwell  with  God  above. 


32  Tune,  Marching  Along, 

1  The  converts  are  gathering  from  near  and 

from  far, 

The  trumpet  is  sounding  the  call  for  the  war, 
The  conflict  is  raging,  Hwill  be  fearful  and 
long. 

We'll  gird  on  our  armor  and  be  marching 
along. 

Marching  along,  we  are  marching  along. 
Gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  along,-*^- 

2  We've  listed  for  life,  and  will  camp  on  the 

field. 

With  Christ .  as  our  Captain,  we  never  will 
yield. 

The  Word  and  the  Spirit,  both  trusty  and 
strong, 

We'll  hold  in  our  hands  as  we're  marching 
along. 
Marching  along,  &n. 


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33  Tune,  Best  for  the  Weary. 

1  In  the  Christianas  home  in  glory 

There  remains  a  land  of  rest ; 
There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me. 
To  fulfil  my  souFs  request. 

Chorus. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you  ; 
On  the  other  side  of  J ordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 

There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  a  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand  ; 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land, 
Cho.  —  There  is  rest,  etc. 

3  Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share  ; 
But  in  that  celestial  centre 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear, 
Cho. —  There  is  rest,  etc. 


84  Tune,  Valiant  Soldier,    C.  M. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ; 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause. 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs  nor  the  frowns  of 

the  world. 
For  we've  all  got  the  cross  to  bear. 
It  will  only  make  the  crown  the  brighter  to  shiae, 
When  we  have  the  crown  to  weari 


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2  Must  T  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
Whilv-i  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 
And  bailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 
Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs,  &c. 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  1  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs,  &c. 


Tune,  Lebanon^ 

1  I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did.  not  love  the  fold  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill. 

O'er  desert,  waste,  and  wild. 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death. 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone, 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is  ; 

'T  was  he  that  loved  my  soul, 
'T  was  he  that  washed  me  in  his  blood, 

'T  was  he  that  made  me  whole. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  once  preferred  to  roam  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  lo^e  his  home. 


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Tune,  Olivet 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
Oh,  let  me  from  this  day. 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart, 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me. 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 


Tune,  Devotion 

1  Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 
Once  a  sinner,  near  despair. 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer  : 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free,  — 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

2  Many  years  have  passed  since  then. 
Many  changes  have  I  seen, 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now,  — 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 
Nay,  I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  ; 
I  can  no  denial  take 
When  T  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 


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38  Tune,  Say^  Brothers. 

1  Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us  ; 
Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us  ; 
Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 
On  Canaan^s  happy  shore  ? 

By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you ; 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you ; 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 
Where  parting  is  no  more. 

2  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever  ; 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever  ; 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ; 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah ; 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 
Forever,  evermore. 


39  Tune,  No  Sorrow  there. 

1  0  SING  to  me  of  heaven. 

When  I  am  called  to  die. 
Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 

To  waft  my  soul  on  high.  —  Gho. 

2  When  the  last  moment  comes, 

0,  watch  my  dying  face. 
To  catch  the  bright  seraphic  gleam. 
Which  o'er  my  features  plays.  —  Gho, 

3  Then  to  my  raptured  soul 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given, 
Let  music  cheer  me  last  on  earth. 
And  greet  me  first  in  heaven.  —  Gho. 

4  Then  round  my  senseless  clay. 

Assemble  those  I  love. 
And  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven, 
My  glorious  home  above.  —  Gho, 


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40  Tune,  Surrender. 

1  When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shall  come 
To  call  thy  ransom^  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought  ? 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shall  call  I 

3  Prevent  it.  Lord,  by  thy  rich  grace  ; 
B€  thou  my  souFs  sure  hiding-place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  0  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear ; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

41  Tune,  Kentucky- 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age. 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  oh,  thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give  ! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray. 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
As^ed,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


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42  Tune,  Woodland. 

1  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  his  name,  — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
if  or  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame. 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  Fve  committed  to  his  hands 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name. 

Before  his  Father's  face. 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

43  Tune,  How  happy  are  ihey. 

1  Oh  !  how  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  tr,easure  above  I 

Tongue  can  never  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  had  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

When  at  first  I  believed. 

What  true  joy  I  received  I 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  sweet  name. 

3  'T  was  a  heaven  below. 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet. 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 


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44  Tune,  Foster. 

1  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest. 

That  country-  so  bright  and  so  fair  ; 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed,  — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  1 

2  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within,  — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  I 

3  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love. 

The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
The  church  of  the  first-born  above,  — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  I 

4  0  Lgrd,  in  this  valley  of  woe. 

Our  spirits  for  heaven  prepare  ; 
And  shortly  we  also  shall  know, 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there ! 


45-  Tune,  We^ II  stem  the  Storm, 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear. 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

Gho.  —  We^ll  stem  the  storm,  &c. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage. 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come. 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall  ! 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home,  ' 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul, 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest. 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll, 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


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46  Tune,  Bock  of  Age% 

1  EocK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  I 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood , 
Prom  thy  wounded  side  that  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure  ; 

Save  me.  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 

"   Thou  mu^t  save,  and  thou  alone  : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Eock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


47  Tune,  GreenviUe. 

1  Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation. 

Grant  us.  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ; 
All  will  come  to  desolation 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

2  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourished. 

Every  plant  looked  gay  and  green  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished,  — 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 

3  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below  ; 
Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted. 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

4  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither. 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again ; 
0,  permit  them  not  to  wither. 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 


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48  e&rs. 

1  Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn, 
Jesus  all  thy  griefs  hath  borne ; 
View  him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 

.  Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee  ; 
There  thy  every  sin  he  bore, 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more, 

2  All  thy  crimes  on  him  were  laid  ; 
See  upon  his  blameless  head 
Wrath  its  utmost  vengeance  pours, 
Due  to  my  offence  and  yours  ; 
Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 

On  the  atoning  sacrifice. 

3  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem ; 
At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay, 
Look  thy  doubts  and  fears  away ; 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace. 
Plead  his  promise,  trust  his  grace. 

49  Tune,  PleyeVs  Hymn 

1  When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled. 

When  the  death-shades  o- er  thee  spread. 
When  is  finished  thy  career. 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear? 

2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment-day. 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound. 
Say,  0  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light. 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might, 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear. 
Where,  0  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh. 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly  ; 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer ; 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 


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50  Tune,  Fm  Gcing  Home 

1  My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair  ; 
Nor  pain,  nor  death  can  enter  there  ; 
Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outsliine  ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine  ; 

I^m  going  home,  I'm  going  home, 
I'm  going  home  to  die  no  more. 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more, 
I'm  going  home  to  die  no  more. 

2  My  father's  house  is  built  on  high. 
Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky  ; 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free. 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

3  Let  others  seek  a  home  below. 

Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow  ; 

Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 


51  Tune,  Uxbridye 

1  There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen. 

In  visions  of  enraptured  thought, 
So  bright  that  all  which  spreads  between 
Is  with  its  radiant  glory  fraught ; 

2  A  land  upon  whose  blissful  shore 

There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain  ; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no  more, 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 

3  Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies, 

With  varying  hues  of  shade  and  light ; 
It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise. 
To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 

4  There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 

Across  that  calm,  serene  abode  ; 
The  wanierer  there  a  home  may  find 
Within  the  Paradise  of  God. 


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Tun  e,  Will  you  go. 

We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above  : 

Will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love  : 

Will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God  : 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road ; 

Will  you  go  ? 

2  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain : 

Will  you  go? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again  : 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see : 

Will  you  go  ? 

3  Oh,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 

''I  will  go.'' 
Oh,  could  I  hear  him  humbly  pray. 

Make  me  go/' 
And  all  his  old  companions  tell, 
"  I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell ; 
I  long  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell  : 

Let  me  go." 


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Happy  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay  ; 
Happy  the  soul  that  goes  bounding  away  ; 
Singing,  as  upward  it  hastes  to  the  skies, 

Victory  !  victory  !  homeward  I  rise/' 
Many  the  toils  it  has  passed  through  below, 
Many  the  seasons  of  trial  and  woe  ; 
Many  the  doubtings  it  never  should  sing 
Victory  I  victory  !  thus  on  the  wing. 


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54  *  Tune,  Expostulation, 

1  0  TURN  ye,  0  turn  ye,  foi  why  will  you  die. 
When  God,  in  great  mercy,  is  coming  so  nigh  ? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away  ! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you 

be, 

While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
0  how  can  you  question  if  you  will  believe  ? 

If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
^Tis  you  he  bids  welcome ;  he  bids  you  come 
home. 

4  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour 

your  heart. 

And,  trusting  in  heaven,  we  never  shall  part ; 
0  how  can  we  leave  you  ?  why  will  you  not 
come  ? 

We^U  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 


55  Tune,  Fount, 

1  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

I  love  Jesus  ;  He's  my  Saviour, 

I  love  Jesus,  yes  I  do  ; 
I  do  fove  Jesus  ;  He's  my  Saviour, 
Jesus  smiles  and  loves  me  to. 

2  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  tliee  I 
I  love  Jesus,  &c 


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56  ^  *  Tune,  Zim. 

1  Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  : 

Bread  of  Heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Guide  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 
Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan^s  side ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

57  Tune,  Northfield. 

1  0  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears. 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cea^e  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin. 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 


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5B  Tune,  Harvest  past, 

1  When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer  is 

And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o^er ;  [gone, 
When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  sweet 
Sabbath  morn,- 

And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more  ; 
When  the  rich  gales  af  mercy  no  longer  shall 

The  gospel  no  message  declare  ;  [blow, 
Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep  wailings 

How  suffer  the  night  of  despair  1    [of  woe  I 

2  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  of 

To  dwell  in  their  mansions  above  ;  [peace, 
When  their  harmony  wakes  in  the  fulness  of 

Their  song  to  the  Saviour  they  love  ;  [bliss, 
Say,  0  sinner,  that  lives  at  rest  and  secure, 

Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come, 
Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow  endure 

Or  bear  the  impenitent^s  doom  ? 


59  Tune,  Woodland. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care. 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer, 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear. 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead. 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  1  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore. 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast, 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  lov<^  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 


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60  Tune,  Valiant  SoldUr 

1  Ye  valiant  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

Ye  happy,  praying  band. 
Though  in  this  world  you  suffer  loss, 
You'll  reach  fair  Canaan's  land. 

Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs  nor  the 

frowns  of  the  world. 
For  we  all  have  the  cross  to  bear, 
It  will  only  made  the  crown  the  bright- 
er to  shine, 
When  we  have  the  crown  to  wear. 

2  All  earthly.pleasures  we'll  forsake, 

When  heaven  appears  in  view, 
In  Jesus'  strength  we'll  undertake 
To  fight  our  passage  through. 
Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs,  &c. 


Tune,  I  want  to  he  an  Ang^l 
We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus, 

Who  hath  redemption  wrought. 
Who  gave  us  peace  and  pardon. 

Which  by  his  blood  he  bought. 
We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus 

To  show  how  much  we  owe 
To  him  who  died  to  save  us 
From  death  and  endless  woe. 

2  We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus, 

Where'er  our  lot  may  fall. 
To  brothers,  sisters,  neighbors, 

In  cottage  and  in  hall. 
We  all  must  speak  for  Jesu?«, 

The  world  in  darkness  lies, 
With  him  against  the  mighty 

Together  we  must  rise. 


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62  Tune,  Shining  Shore. 

1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

CHORUS. 

For  now  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 
Our  friends  are  passing  over  ; 

And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning  ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 
For  now  we  stand,  &c. 

2  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 
We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 
That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
For  now  we  stand,  &c. 

4  Let  Sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow. 
Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever, 
Our  King  says  come,  and  there's  our  home, 
Forever !  Oh,  forever  1 

For  now  we  stand,  &c. 


63  Tune,  Shall  we  meet 

1  Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river. 

Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll, 
Where  in  all  the  bright  forever, 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul  ? 

2  Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor, 

When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er  ? 
Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor, 
By  the  fair  celestial  shore  ? 


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8  Shall  we  meet  with  many  a  loved  one, 
That  was  torn  from  our  embrace  ? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 
And  behold  them  face  to  face  ? 

4  Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Saviour, 
When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 
Shall  we  know  his  blessed  favor, 
And  sit  down  upon  his  throne  ? 


Tune,  The  Gross, 
Behold  !  behold  I  the  Lamb  of  God, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  I 
For  you  he  shed  his  precious  blood. 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
The  rocks  do  rend,  the  mountains  quake, 
While  J esus  doth  atonement  make  — 
While  Jesus  suffers  for  our  sake, 
On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 

2  Come,  sinners,  see  him  lifted  up,  . 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
He  drinks  for  you  the  bitter  cup. 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  I 
To  heaven  he  turns  his  languid  eyes ; 
'Tis  finished!     now  the  Conqueror  cries, 
Then  bows  his  sacred  head  and  dies. 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 

3  Where'er  I  go.  Til  tell  the  story 

Of  the  cross,  of  the  cross  ! 
In  nothing  else  my  soul  shall  glory, 

Save  the  cross,  save  the  cross  I 
Yes,  this  my  constant  theme  shall  be, 
Through  time  and  in  eternity, 
That  Jesus  suffered  death  for  me. 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  1 


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65  L.  M, 

1  Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay. 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite ; 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved 

3  Yet,  0,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  My  weary  soul,  0  God,  release  ; 

Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand  ; 
0,  guide  me  into  perfect  peace, 

And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 


C.  K 

Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 

In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

One  family,  we  dwell  in  him  : 

One  church  above,  beneath  : 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream  — 

The  narrow  stream  —  of  death. 

One  drmy  of  the  li  ving  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 

And  part  are  crossing  now. 

E'en  now  to  their  eternal  home 

Some  happy  spirits  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  soon  expect  to  die. 


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67 


S.  M. 


1  My  soul  be  on  thy  guard ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode.  Heath. 


1  Show  pity.  Lord :  0  Lord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes,  though  great,  cannot  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound  : 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  My  lips,  with  shame,  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

4  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord  1 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


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69 


Tune,  Devotion 


1  Jesus!  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  raging  billows  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  0,  my  Saviour  I  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past  ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

0,  receive  my  soul  at  last  1 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none,  — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  I 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone  I 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed  ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

All  and  all  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
Vile,  and  full  of  sin  I  am. 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


1  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord. 
And  thus  surround  the'  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

'    Be  banished  from  the  place  ; 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 


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3  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

4  Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuers  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


71  Tune,  Homeward  Bound. 

1  Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride  — 

We're  homeward  bound ; 
Tossed  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restless  tide  — 

We're  homeward  bound ; 
Far  from  the  safe,  quiet  harbor  we've  rode. 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode, 
Promise  of  which  on  us  each  he  bestowed  — 

We're  homeward  bound. 

2  We'll  tell  the  world,  as  we  journey  along, 

We're  homeward  bound  ; 
Try  to  persuade  them  to  enter  our  throng  — 

We're  homeward  bound  : 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  forlorn  and  oppressed, 
Join  in  our  number.  Oh  come  and  be  Ijlest : 
Journey  with  us  to  the  mansions  of  rest  — 

We're  homeward  bound. 

3  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  now  we  glide  — 

We're  home  at  last ; 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide  — 

We're  home  at  last : 
Glory  to  God,  all  our  dangers  are  o'er ; 
We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  sixore  ; 
Glory  to  God,  we  will  shout  evermore  ; 

We're  home  at  last. 


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72 

1  I  LOVE  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my 

Lord ; 

I  Jove  thee  my  Saviour,  I  love  thee,  my 
God  ; 

I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost 
Vnow, 

But  how  much  I  love  thee,  I  never  can  show. 

2  I'm  happy,  I'm  happy,  0  wondrous  account ! 
My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  Mount ! 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there 
With  Jesus  and  angels,  my  kindred  so  dear. 

3  0  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  with  thee  I  am  blest  I 
My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy  and  my  rest ! 

.  Thy  name  be  my  theme,  and  thy  love  be  m}^ 
song. 

Thy  grace  shall  inspire  both  my  heart  and  my 
tongue. 

73  Tune,  Just  Now, 

1  Come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 

Come  to  Jesus  just  now  ; 
Just  now,  come  to  Jesus., 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now. 

2  He  will  save  you,  he  will  save  you, 

He  will  save  you  just  now  ; 
Just  now,  he  will  save  you. 
He  will  save  you  just  now. 

3  Don't  reject  him,  don't  reject  him, 

Don't  reject  him,  just  now  ; 
Just  now,  don't  reject  him, 
Don't  reject  him  just  now. 

4  Only  trust  him,  only  trust  him, 

Only  trust  him,  just  now  ; 
Just  now,  only  trust  him. 
Only  trust  him  just  now. 


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74 

1  0  FOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 

Though  pressM  by  every  foe ; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink  * 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ;  — 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chast'ning  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God  ;  — 

8  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
And  then,  what^er  may  come, 
We'll  taste  e'en  here,  the  hallow'd  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 


75  Tune,  Gome  ye  Sinners. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy. 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing :  doubt  no  more. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger  ; 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

This  he  gives  you,  — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden. 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous. 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 


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76  Tune,  Shall  we  know  each  other  there  ? 

1  When  we  hoar  the  music  ringing 

In  the  bright  celestial  dome, 
When  sweet  angel  voices  singing 

Gladly  bid  us  welcome  home, 
To  the  land  of  ancient  story, 

Where  the  spirit  knows  no  care, 
In  that  land  of  light  and  glory, 

Shall  we  know  each  other  there  ? 

CHORUS. 

Shall  we  know  each  other  ? 
Shall  we  know  each  other  ? 
Shall  we  know  each  other  ? 
Shall  we  know  each  other  there  ? 

2  When  the  holy  angels  meet  us, 

As  we  go  to  join  their  band  ; 
^    Shall  we  know  the  friends  that  greet  us 

In  the  glorious  Spirit-land  ? 
Shall  we  see  the  same  eyes  shining 

On  us  as  in  days  of  yore  ? 
Shall  we  feel  their  dear  arms  twining 

Fondly  round  us  as  before  ? 

8  0  ye  weary,  sad,  and  tossM  ones, 
Droop  not,  faint  not,  by  the  way ! 
Ye  shall  join  the  lov^d  and  just  ones 

In  the  land  of  perfect  day  ! 
Harp-strings,  touchM  by  angel  fingers, 

Murmured  in  my  raptured  ear  ; 
Evermore  their  sweet  song  lingers, 
We  shSll  know  each  other  there/' 
We  shall  know  each  other. 
We  shall  know  each  other. 
We  shall  know  each  other. 
We  shall  know  each  other  there. 


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Tune,  Lenox, 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly-solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Extol  the  Lamb  of  God,  — 

The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood. 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners  home. 

78  Tune,  Shall  we  sing 

1  Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever  — 

Shall  we  sing  ? 
Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever, 
In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes  I  0  yes  I  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  sing  forever. 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river. 
Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever. 
In  that  happy  land  ! 

2  Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 

In  that  land  ?  * 
Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 
In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes  !  0  yes  !  in  tiiat  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  know  each  other. 
Far  beyond,  etc. 


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79  Tune,  When  shall  I  see  Jesus  f 

1  0,  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  dwell  with  him  above  ? 
To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  Through  grace  I  am  determine 

To  conquer,  .though  I  die, 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  1^11  fly ; 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu ; 
And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

3  0,  do  not  be  discouraged. 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend. 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend  ; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you. 

Though  ofttimes  you  request ; 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer. 

And  ta*ke  you  home  to  rest. 


80  •  Tune,  The  Sinner's  Resohe 

1  Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  — 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in. 
Whatever  may  oppose. 


•  3  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

4  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 
I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 


Tune,  The  JJappy  Land 

1  There  is  a  happy  land. 

Far,  far  away  — 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day ; 
0  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King; 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring 

For  evermore. 

2  Come  to  this  happy  land. 

Come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand  ? 

Why  still  delay  ? 
0,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee. 
Blest  evermore. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land. 

Beams  every  eye  : 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot'die. 
0,  then,  to  glory  run: 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun. 

Reign  evermore. 


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82  0.  M 

1  That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

The  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys. 

Thou  ruler  of  my  heart. 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word,  —  Depart  I 

3  What !  to  be  banished  from  my  Lord, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ; 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain. 
And  death  forever  fly  !  — 

4  0  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love. 

The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on, 
The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on, 
The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on. 
Prepare  to  meet  thy  God. 

83 

1  There's  a  light  in   the  window  for  thee, 

brother. 

There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee  ; 
A  dear  one  has  moved  to  the  mansion  above, 
There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 
Oho. — A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see. 

And  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee ; 

A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see. 

And  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 

2  There's  a  crown,  and  a  robe,  and  a  palm, 

brother. 

When  from  toil  and  from  care  you  are  free ; 
The  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare  you  a  noma ; 
With  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 


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84  TuNE;  Triumph, 

1  Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move, 
Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above  ; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 

Joyfally,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home.'' 
Soon,  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go  ; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 

2  Friends  fondly  cherished  have  passed  on  be- 

fore ; 

Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  the 
shore ; 

Singing,  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chill- 
ing gloom. 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home." 

Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear  ; 

Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear  ! 

Kings  with   the   harmony  heaven's  high 
dome. 

Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home." 


85  Tune,  We'll  Stem  the  Storm. 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  No  chilling  winds,  or  pois'nous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

3  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father^s  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 


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86 


Tune,  Beautiful  Zion, 


1  Beautiful  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city,  that  I  love. 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
Beautiful  temple,  —  God  its  light  I 

.  He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 

2  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow. 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show, 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomM  wear, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there  I 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet ; 
There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet. 

3  Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing. 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace  I 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see ; 
Haste  to  this  heavenly  home  with  me. 


1  When  shall  we  meet  again  ? 

Meet  ne^er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne^er  repose. 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes. 

Never,  no,  never ;  no,  no,  never. 

2  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne^er  to  sever  ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever. 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Safe  from  all  worldly  woes  ; 
Our  days  of  praise  shall  close, 

Npver,  no,  never  :  no,  no,  never. 


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6's  &  6's. 


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88  8's  &  r&. 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount  —  I'm  fixed  upon  it ; 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  ! 


2  Here  Til  raise  mine  Ebenezer : 

Hither  by  thy  help  Vm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger. 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 


8  0  I  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor  ^ 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  : 
Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it  — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here's  my  heart,  0  take  and  seal  it  — 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


89  C.  M. 

1  Delightful  task  I   young  souls  to  win, 
And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeeming  grace. 


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Happy  the  spirit,  released  from  its  clay  •  .  53 
Haste,  O  sinner  24 

In  all  my  Lord's     .......  102 

In  the  Christian's  home   33 

I  love  to  steal  awhile      *»#...  59 

I  love  thee,  I  love  the©  .  .  ,  .  .  72 
I'm  a  pilgrim       .         .       •       •       •       .  .27 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own     .       .       •       .       .  42 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep        .       •       .       •       .  35 

Is  there  no  hope        .       .    •  .       •       •       .  95 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be  .      •      •      .       .  25 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken   19 

Jesus  sought  me        ......  55 

Jesus,  where'er  thy  people     .       .       .       .  .101 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home        •       .       •       •  14 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  •       .  84 

Just  as  I  am  2G 

Let  saints  below  .  .  •  •  •  •  .66 
Lord,  dismiss  us  91 
Lord,  I  hear  of  showers        .       •      •       •  .15 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb    •       •       .       .       .  18 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross   6 

My  days  are  gliding   62 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee  .       .       •       .       .  36 

My  heavenly  home  .......  50 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  .....  67 

Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go  37 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee  .  •  .  .  .21 
Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts  .  s  .  .  .107 
Nothing  either  great  or  small  .  •  .  .17 
Now  the  Saviour  stands  10 

Oh,  could  I  speak  the  23 

Oh  happy  day   29 

Oh !  how  happy  are  they   43 

O,  for  a  closer  walk  ,  7 

0  for  a  faith   74 


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When  the  harvest  is  past   58 

When  thou,  my  righteous   40 

When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled  .       .       .       .       .  49 

When  shall  we  meet  again        .       •       •       .  87 

When  we  go  up  the  shining  streets       •       •       .  108 

When  we  hear  the  music   .       .       •       .       •  76 

While  life  prolongs   103 

Ye  valiant  soldiers  60 

Yes,  we  part,  but  not       •      •      •      •      •  98 


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